On the day of the full moon, I was enjoying a relaxing half nap on the sofa when I realized suddenly that Lemon-Lime, the plant near the door had bloomed. Overnight. And I didn’t even know it was getting ready. So of course I got up and took a picture.
That night I lounged near the windows watching the moon and made a bunch of wishes, felt spacious and full of options and, well, joyful.
The next morning I came out to the living room and the bloom on the plant had twirled into death. Each petal spiraling closed. Overnight.
I didn’t know plants did that. Bloom once for s brief period and then twist closed, like – I got what I came for, a day of sun and a night of moonlight – it doesn’t get better than this so- I’m done.
Awesome, Adora’Bella the cats are doing great. They are leaving hair all over me. Your apartment rocks. Thank you for letting me stay.
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You name your plants?
That’s great!
Mademoiselle, you are indeed the bestest. I was just having a missing-the-kitties attack, and I’m delighted to see that Lemon-Lime bloomed!
It does my heart great good to know you’re there, and I’m really glad you’re enjoying the cave-time.
Now I’m crawling back inside my bottle o’cough syrup.
Brian, as a rule yes, I do name my plants.
However, it just so happens, that so do my friends. So lemon-lime was named before I got here
Erin, Honey, Welcome to the BlissQuest.
I’m so sorry that you’re sick. What crappy freaking timing!!
I hope you feel better soon. And I will keep updating on the kids, even as I sit here typing, Oyster has plunked down in front of my laptop on the bed, lifted a back leg and started licking his ass.
Cheers!
This made me think immediately of you, btw:
http://i0005.photobucket.com/albums/0005/icanhascheezburger/2007/7/5/9/128281276876250000NEEDZ.jpg